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 How it Developed- M/b

   This is the third part of a series of stories about a boy and his uncle.

   I had driven late into the night to get home, and by the time I got back
to my place I was exhausted both mentally and physically.  I left most of
the boxes of his stuff out in the truck, but brought in the pictures.  I
stripped off my clothes, dove onto the bed and slept for many hours waking
up around noon the next day.  As I lay there in bed, I tried to clear my
mind, and to understand, and deal with all the emotions of the past few
days.  My Uncle had a huge impact my childhood, both as a father figure,
molester and lover.  now he was gone.  And it was going to take a while to
figure this all out.

   I saw the thick manila envelope on the nightstand.  I had found it down
in his basement, tucked away behind an old furnace.  It was bursting with
his special pictures, mostly of me, mostly naked, and mostly sucking his
cock.  I reached over, picked it up and pulled out a few pictures.

   There I was maybe 2 years old sitting on his lap, his one hand pulling
my tiny baby cock, his own thick cock sticking up between my two chubby
legs, erect and glistening.  Not an easy shot to take one handed I thought.
How odd for that to be my reaction to such a picture.

   I flipped through a few others, pausing sometimes to study my facial
expressions, usually sort of a bemused smile.  I wasn't crying in any of
them.  It always amazes me that regardless of the odd circumstance of the
picture, even when sucking a mans cock, a boy will always try to smile for
the camera.

   There were a few close ups of my penis through the years, these were
fascinating to me.......  At around 3 it looked sort of red and angry when
errect, kind of misshapen, by 4 or 5 it started to look more like a classic
little boys penis, cut head nesting in a purplish ring of flesh when soft,
and sticking out 2 or three inches when hard.  Although I was circumcised,
I had a fair amount of skin left on my cock.

   Then I came across one of me on the bed, around age 9 or 10, on my hands
and knees, face down, rounded little boy pussy up in the air, looking back
at the camera, smiling expectedly.  I was a hairless rounded, slightly
androgynous pre pubertal boy, with what seemed like a facial expression of
being excited and almost beckoning someone to take me.

   I was waiting for him to come fuck me.

   That one stopped me, I remembered him taking that picture.

   My mind grew dizzy and my cock stirred as I remembered the day.

   I was 9, and had been sucking his cock for a few months.  We had settled
into a routine that was comfortable.  My mother worked late, and sometimes
after school he would be there alone with me, and I would suck his cock as
he sat in the recliner.  I was good at it.

   On my knees in my white briefs, kneeling before him, I would take out
his cock, fondle it until it got hard, and then suck him until he came in
my mouth.  I loved the feeling of his cock growing in my hands and the
yeasty, manly smell.  I learned all the places where it felt good to run my
tongue.  He loved my little tongue flicking the little v shaped spot on the
underside of his cock head.  I knew that he could only stand a minute of
that before he would cum.  He had big heavy balls and surprising for a man
who had a boy suck him so frequently, he always had a lot of cum for me.

   Afterwards, I would lick him clean, and we would get on with the normal
activities of the day, little league practice, dinner or scouts.  It all
seemed so easy, so normal.

   Around the time I turned 10, things began to change.  Maybe he was
bored. I don't know.

   He started to watch movies with me, porn movies.  He would sit in his
chair, bath robe fully open revealing his thick muscular hairy body
beneath. I would lay on top of him, nestled in his arms to one side or the
other.  And we would watch people having sex.  Men and women, men and
girls, women and girls, and especially men and boys, he seemed to have a
wide supply of tapes of every coupling imaginable.  Some of the boys were
my age, which he was keen to point out.

   He would talk to me about fucking.  He told that when you really loved
someone you let them fuck you.  I would ask questions, he would answer.  It
was clear to me that he was going to fuck me, and I was both a little
excited by the prospect and a little scared.  I knew that mommies and
daddies fucked, I had heard that much at school.  I knew that my mommy had
fucked the daddy that I never knew.  Fucking was a magical piece of the
whole puzzle of life.  I knew that he should fuck me.

   As we watched he would fondle me, running his big heavy hands along my
smooth skin, focusing on my penis, where he would stroke me, bringing me to
orgasm occasionally.  I loved those days most because we were so close,
warm and together.  I really felt loved the feeling of security in his
arms. He had never really pleasured me that much sexually, it had always
been about him, so this was a treat.  I would also fondle him, stroking his
penis, and occasionally being treated to a shower of cum over the both of
us.

   It was after one of those episodes where he carried my cum-covered body
to the bathroom, and we showered together.  We had never done that before,
I thought it was great.  I loved feeling his big hands all over me as he
cleaned me.  I loved soaping up his big cock, feeling it grow in my hands.
His cock was close to face height and so I sucked him for a while. 
Although he didn't let me finish, which was unusual, he told me that I did
a good job.  I was a good boy.

   Then something new.

   He told me to turn around, and his hands ran over my smooth puppy skin.
He was rubbing my bottom.  I pushed against the wall and his hands found
the round globes of my bottom.  My little body responded and in no time my
tiny cock was hard a as a nail.  He noticed and asked if I liked this.  I
said yes.  He told me some boys really liked playing with their bottoms, as
his fingers began to circle my little pink pucker.

   As the first finger probed inside me, I clenched and did a sharp intake
of breath, his free hand rested on my shoulder reassuringly, and said that
it was ok, that I should relax and enjoy it like the boys in the movies.

   Slowly my body adjusted to his fingers, my little pucker opened up,
accepting as may boys do, that they are about to be fucked by the man,
their bottoms adjusting to their new roles as pussy, trying to make the
both the man and the boy as comfortable as possible.

   He moved his finger in and out of me slowly, pushing my body against the
warm wet tiled wall of the shower.  I braced myself, and tried as best I
could to relax.  The feeling was amazing.  I felt the nearness, the mass,
and the heat of him towering over me.  I relaxed and soon his finger moved
in and out freely.  After a while he stopped and pulled his finger out.  I
started to turn around, but he said no, and I felt his hands go to my hips,
as he got down on his knees.  For a while nothing happened, but then he
pulled my hips out from the wall a bit, bent me over slightly, and then
leaned in and started to lick my bottom.  It was warm and wet and kind of
ticklish as his tongue probed into me.  My head was dizzy, my body seemed
hot, my little boy cock hard against my tummy.

   This went on for a little while, my bottom was tingling, I could feel my
heart beating where he licked.

   After some time, as I neared collapse, he stopped, rather abruptly stood
up, cleaned his face off in the shower, and then turned the water off.  He
quickly dried both himself and me with a thick terry towel.  Both his cock
and my little penis were hard.  He said little, quick directions, to move
this way or that.  He picked me up, I clasped my legs around his waist and
he carried my to his bedroom.

   We stood there for a moment looking at the bed.  He then looked at me.
"Chris, I am going to fuck you now, I need to fuck you now" he said.  I
simply nodded.  I knew this was going to happed from the first moment he
showed me a movie of a man fucking a little boy.  "Will it hurt?' I asked.
"Maybe a little at first" was his reply.

   You always make me feel good, you will do fine" he said as he slung me
down onto the bed.  He then moved a big pillow down to the middle of the
bed and arranged me astride it with my bottom up and my face down.  I was
giggling with nervous laughter as he positioned me.  I tried to remember
what the boys in the movies did.

   That's when he took the picture that I was holding in my hands.  My now
adult hands went down to my cock and I started stroking myself as I
remembered the rest.

   He grabbed a bottle of lubricant and walked up the bed in his knees
towards me, I felt the bed move, and my bottom wiggle as he approached.  He
spread some lubricant on his hands and began to rub it along the crack of
my ass and around my little pucker.  It was still somewhat relaxed from the
shower.

   He came up behind me and I could feel his hairy thighs against me.  He
was warm and hot and close.  He guided his cock to my hole and slowly began
to circle around it, one hand holding my hip, the other his thick cock. 
Finally he seemed to find the fight spot and began to push in.  It wasn't
really painful, more uncomfortable.  "Good boy.  That's it.  relax" he said
as he paused to allow my body to open up for him.

   Like the good little whore that I was, my body did what it needed to,
and as he continued to push into me, I absorbed him, we became one.  My
uncle started very slowly moving in and out, very slightly to help me
adjust to him, and as he did, my body rocked under him and into the pillow.
After a time he was fully in me, and I could feel his scratchy pubic hair
against me.  He stopped for a while and I remember feeling his pulse inside
me.  He asked if I was OK, I said yes through somewhat gritted teeth, but
eventually it felt Ok.

   Slowly he began to move in and out again, a little more each time as we
found the rhythm that worked in this new and untried position.  I had to
move my legs apart more, so he fit better.  In time he picked up the pace,
and I heard him say " That's right son, just like that" and now he went
faster, and harder.  My body rocked back and forth under him as he leaned
over me.  I felt the power of him, smelled his sweat as I turned my head to
the side so I could breath against the pillow.

   There was no more talk, he was simply fucking me, like a powerful male
animal, he needed release and he was taking me, using me to get it.  I was
a little scared at times, but in truth it didn't take long.  After a while
he missed a thrust, lost the rhythm briefly as he gasped and moaned.  I
could feel his cock pulse inside of me and the a vaguely warm wet feeling
as he came inside me.  He whole body seemed to shudder with each spasm, and
after a while his thrusts stopped and he would simply occasionally spasm
deep inside me.  After a while the spasms stopped and he withdrew.  There
was a popping noise that announced that he was out of me, and my body began
to close up again.

   He lay down beside me and cuddled with me, spooning me in his arms.  I
felt our hearts beating and our breathing slowly return to normal and
eventually I fell asleep.

   He woke me later, put me in a bath, got me into my pajamas and had me in
bed before my mother got home.  As I lay there in my superhero pajamas
thinking about what just happend, I was of course confused.  It seemed like
this was a new world.  This wasn't kid stuff anymore, this was what adults
did.  I felt special that I was doing an adult thing, and had solved
another bit of the mystery, but was a little sore.

   In the months that followed, he fucked me regularly, I was his
completely, and I became very good at being his boy.  I was a good boy, he
told me so.  But I was growing, and wouldn't be a boy forever.

   I remembered all that as I stared at the picture.  My cock was soft now,
and there was cum all over my stomach.  I laughed.

   It had been a weird life.

   I needed a shower and some breakfast, so I stuffed the picture back in
the envelope, and crawled out of bed to face the day.